Luke: I can eat fifty eggs.Dragline: Nobody can eat fifty eggs.Society Red: You just said he could eat anything.Dragline: Did you ever eat fifty eggs?Luke: Nobody ever eat fifty eggs.Prisoner: Hey, Babalugats. We got a bet here.Dragline: My boy says he can eat fifty eggs, he can eat fifty eggs.Loudmouth Steve: Yeah, but in how long?Luke: A hour.Society Red: Well, I believe I'll take part of that wager.

White Goodman: This is it, La 'Loser.' You ready for the, whoo, hurricane?Peter La Fleur: Just don't go cryin' to your mommy when I spank you in front of all these people, White.White Goodman: You don't go cryin' to your daddy after I wipe it up with your face.Peter La Fleur: Oh, hey White.White Goodman: Yeah?Peter La Fleur: You look awful fat in those pants.

Holden: Oh my God. Who are you, Larry fucking Flynt? What are you going to do with all of those?Banky Edwards: Read the articles. What do you think I'm going to do with them? They're stroke books, stupid!Holden: You've got like 30 books there! We're only going to be gone for two days!Banky Edwards: Variety's the spice of life. I like a wide selection. Sometimes I'm in the mood for nasty close-ups, sometimes I like them arty and air-brushed. Sometimes it's a spread brown-eye kind of night, sometimes it's girl-on-girl time. Sometimes a steamy letter will do it, sometimes ... not often, but sometimes ... I like the idea of a chick with a horse.

Marshal Henry: I may be crazy but that train sounds like an el.Cosmo Renfro: St. Louis doesn't have an elevated train.Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: How do you know it's an elevated train?Marshal Stevens: I think he's right, I lived under an el for 20 years.Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Then you can explain the difference in the sound of an elevated train as opposed to a train that's running along the ground. You must have ears like a eagle, play that back, I wanna hear the sound of an elevated train!